Again the heavy boy read the story of the ants, and the teacher asked insinuatingly sweet questions.
"What did they do?"
"Made a tunnel."
"Yes! Now what is a tunnel?"
"A hole that runs under-ground."
"Very good! It says that the ant is a voracious creature. What does that mean?"
"Dunno."
"You don't know what a voracious creature is?"
"No, sir."
And then came the writing exercise, when each grimy fist gripped a pen, and each red tongue rolled around a mouth in the vain effort to guide the pen. Cramp, cramp; scratch, scratch; sputter! What a task it was!